Someone said that everyone's life is like the rotation successive time. And so, we roamed, go find yourself absorbed in a berth, a peaceful shore. To date there is no need to what conditions? It wanders sit with these questions do not have answers.
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Each of us from birth until apparently grew up only half the soul, then the next day we had to go looking for his soul remaining half. And love is soul lifting door to find our feet to the main road to greet a new rhythm - the rhythm of life couple.
Today 16 full moon, magical light, shine like it so twenties. November 3rd has 11 hours it away Cong. Just do not know how fate brought it run risks and Industry as a pair again. A child in the South, a girl from the North, on which, it admitted a northern school, she just arrived according to the North's brother admission. Even the first meeting, who first encounter it is Public. At that time he was also ignorant mother clung embankment embankments followed, looking appearance also nothing to make her eyes stand out at a glance. Yet the fate of snatched it together, as fate arranged, like two inseparable pair sam. Initially the same school, same class and school turns up the drama and go back together one way, common interests, common thought, a common career education, love.
milk flower love
On a sunny Sunday, it wakes up the mood frustrating, last night's homework piled like mountains still not resolved, it feels manic street being serious and just want to be freed. Yet it does not disappoint people, it can snake bike to the market for lunch prepared Stroke jerk called back, looked at it with mischievous eyes, then smiled: "This afternoon lunch with the light, Public invited ". Melon cat saw it as fat, laughing headline eyes, nodding. So it's day date with the top stories do not end like that do not. Two pineapple go together well in tow, making it crazy friends jealous genes.
Love it so growing and learning lasts 3 years, nothing seemed inseparable. But the fun does also time to stop, happiness and difficulties encountered. On the day it is the gift of life brings its three-digit losses: illiteracy, unemployment and lost love.
It's on the bus back home, but with a heavy heart, that morning, sunny, with little wind which stars his eyes stung, watery, her heart ached. Car shudder rolled, gentle silhouette Company itself as far, far away forever, tiny. He cried like a child lost in his own life.
Someone said that everyone's life is like the rotation successive time. And so, we roamed, go find yourself absorbed in a berth, a peaceful shore. It has been a once in a lifetime desire to dock with the happy shore. Being beautiful bride holding hands with Cong, the wife, the mother of the little boy sure is leaning pretty happy under the roof. That day has not come true? It must wait much longer? To date there is no need to what conditions? It wanders sit with these questions do not have answers.
On the patio, light yellow moon still mild, the wind carrying the scent of the flowers smell of milk, washed locks hanging over troubled. It blossoms remember to donate milk set it in front of Public Accommodation ranges early days to get used to each other. He remembered the Company. Perhaps, tonight, tomorrow night and the other night, it will remember the Company as a habit, but it is usually repeated every day. So it is fair in love hearts.
